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gripped the back of her chair.
Jasmine looked at Sebastian. “For ten years, I was required to keep it secret. My grandfather wanted to know what kind of man I had married.”
Sebastian’s face drained of color.
“Jasmine,” he said softly, suddenly remembering tenderness as if it were a language he had once studied. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She gave him a continue reading …
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